


Regret Not Me

by Maeglin_Yedi



Category: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Genre: Anal Sex, Angst, First Time, M/M
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2013-10-18
Updated: 2013-10-18
Packaged: 2017-12-29 18:12:08
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,772
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1008463
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Maeglin_Yedi/pseuds/Maeglin_Yedi
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>After the war, Remus wants to move on, but Harry proves to be an obstacle in his path.</p>
<p>Non-compliant with HBP and DH (written and first published in 2004)</p>
            </blockquote>





	Regret Not Me

**Author's Note:**

> Rating: NC-17  
> Pairing: Harry/Remus, other implied  
> Disclaimer: Not mine. Never were. Never will be. They all belong to JK Rowling.
> 
> Summary: After the war, Remus wants to move on, but Harry proves to be an obstacle in his path.
> 
> A/N: Big thanks to Gina for the beta! 
> 
> Word count: 4771  
> First published: August 2004

Remus couldn't blame Severus for moving on once Hogwarts had been rebuilt. He couldn't blame Severus for quitting a job he loathed once Minerva had found a suitable replacement. He couldn't blame Severus for wanting to start his life all over again without the burden of a war they had won, but in which they'd all still lost so much. 

Everyone moved on, Remus thought. Everyone but him. And as Remus sat at the kitchen table of twelve Grimmauld Place, sharing a quiet cup of tea with Harry, he realized why he hadn't. 

He had nowhere else to go. 

"It was a nice service, wasn't it?" Harry asked, staring down at his cup of tea. 

Remus glanced up at him and managed a small smile. "Yes, it was. I believe Arthur would have liked it."

"Yeah, I think so, too," Harry whispered. "I just can't believe we lost him. I really thought they'd be able to heal him in the end."

Staring at his own cup, Remus said nothing. They'd all believed Arthur would pull through. But the wounds he'd suffered during the final battle had been laced with dark magic, and the talented Healers of St Mungo's had been unable to rouse him from the magical coma that ultimately rocked him into an eternal sleep. 

Harry finished his tea and carried the cup to the sink. "I'm going to bed."

"Sleep well, Harry," Remus said, even though he knew Harry'd most likely not sleep much at all that night. He hadn't ever since Sirius –

"Good night, Remus," Harry said, and left the kitchen, closing the door behind him with a soft click. 

Sirius. 

He'd been the first one in a long line of friends to die during Voldemort's second reign. It had been five years since Remus had seen the man he loved fall to his death through a veil, but he remembered it as if it had happened only an hour ago. He remembered the look of shock on Sirius' face as he fell, the terror radiating in those gray eyes. He still felt Harry's body moving frantically as he closed his arm around it to stop Harry from diving after his godfather. 

Sirius had been the first in the second war. But many followed: Alastor Moody, Charlie Weasley, Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Ginny Weasley, Mundungus Fletcher, Albus Dumbledore, Neville Longbottom, and now Arthur, whom they'd all hoped would live after all but whom they'd carried to his grave that day.

Staring into the fire, Remus raised his cup of tea and gave his fallen friends a silent salute.

*~*~*~*~*

It took Remus a week to decide he'd move on as well. It was ridiculous to think he had nowhere else to go. He could create a new home for himself, just as Severus had done. Or rather, just as he thought Severus had done, because he hadn't had word from Severus ever since he'd gone to Hogwarts and found Severus' quarters empty, save for a note addressed to him.

_Lupin,_

_Don't come looking for me._

_SS_

That was all it had said. Remus hadn't been surprised. In fact, he hadn't felt much of anything at that moment. Whatever Severus and he had shared wasn't about friendship or love. It was about convenience. Relieving stress in a time of war. 

Severus had moved on. And so would Remus. 

"Did you hear back from the Ministry yet?" Harry asked a week later. 

Remus didn't look up from _The Daily Prophet_. "Yes," he said and then took a deep breath. "They politely declined my letter."

Harry huffed. "Bastards."

This time Remus did look up and smiled. "I have to agree," he said. "It seems a werewolf is good enough to fight for them but not to work in one of their offices."

Shrugging, Harry stirred the stew he was preparing for supper. They'd developed a routine ever since Arthur's funeral. Now that the rest of the world had moved on, the two of them had been forced to focus on their own lives, their own home, for the first time in months. And, Remus thought, they were doing a pretty good job at it. 

"You'll find something else," Harry finally said. 

"Yes," Remus agreed, and stared at the help wanted adverts in the newspaper again. "I'm sure I will."

When Harry announced supper would be ready in a minute, Remus put the newspaper away and set the table. As they ate in silence, Remus tried not to notice all the empty seats, once filled by people who'd given their lives so the world could live in freedom. 

Remus owed it to them to move on.

They shared a cup of tea after they'd cleaned the dishes – also part of their comfortable routine. Remus regarded Harry, and realized that Harry hadn't shown any initiative to find a job over the last two weeks.

"Harry," he started, and then was unable to find the right words. Harry pushed his glasses up his nose and stared at him with a frown. 

"Harry," he tried again. "What are your plans?"

"My plans?"

"Yes." Remus' mouth tugged up in a smile. "You must have some plans for the future."

Harry shrugged, a gesture that made him look like the boy he no longer was. "I haven't thought about it, really."

"You haven't given your future any thought? Don't you want to find a job? Perhaps play professional Quidditch?"

Harry shrugged again and then fingered his teaspoon. "Not really. I like my life just fine."

Remus was stunned. He stared at Harry for a minute, trying to think of something to say. Something an adult would say to a young man to help him find his path in life. But what could he possibly say to Harry, who'd never really been a child in the first place. 

"Everyone's moved on," Remus offered at last. "Your friends moved on. Even Severus moved on."

"I'm glad Snape went away," Harry said, his voice oddly bitter. 

Remus clucked his tongue in an amused manner. "I know you've had your differences with Severus during your school years, but he fought on our side, Harry. It's not very becoming to –"

"God, you can be so thick sometimes." Harry shoved his chair back, hurried out of the kitchen and slammed the door shut. Remus stared at it for a long time, wondering what on earth had got into Harry all of a sudden.

*~*~*~*~*

"I like your new jumper," Harry said, lingering in the doorway.

Remus looked at Harry from his position on the sofa and wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. He never received compliments on his clothing. Perhaps because his clothing usually didn't deserve them. But whatever the case was, Remus found himself in a situation he wasn't familiar with, and that made him slightly uncomfortable. 

"It's not a jumper," he said, closing the book in his lap. "It's a cardigan."

"Oh." Harry entered the drawing room, his steps small and hesitant. "It looks good on you, though."

Remus looked down at his new cardigan, green this time. The sales lady had shown him every other possible color, but none of them had attracted him like the dark-green he was wearing now. "Thank you," he whispered, uncertain. 

Lowering himself in a chair opposite the sofa, Harry stared at him, his still-knobby knees pressed together and his hands fumbling in his lap. Remus stared back, curious and worried about Harry's strange behavior. Neither of them had mentioned Harry's small episode three nights ago, but that didn't mean that Remus hadn't given it any thought. 

"Do you have any plans for tonight?" Remus asked. It was Friday night. Young men like Harry were bound to have plans. 

Harry shook his head. 

"Perhaps you should go out for a while. Get some fresh air. See your friends."

Harry shrugged. 

"You haven't seen Ron and Hermione in weeks," Remus said, tilting his head. 

"They're busy," Harry muttered. 

Remus considered that. It was true that Ron and Hermione had moved in with Mrs Weasley, to support her and the rest of Ron's brothers during the difficult times after the war. But Remus couldn't imagine Harry's friends wouldn't have time for him. 

"Did something happen?" he asked. 

"Not really," Harry said. "They're just busy with each other."

"Ah." Remus nodded. That, he could understand. It had to be hard for Harry to see his two best friends involved like that.

"Maybe we can do something tonight?" Harry asked, a hopeful note to his voice. 

Remus glanced at his watch. "I'd love that, Harry, but I'm afraid I've got plans already."

"You've got plans?" Harry straightened his back, his eyes widening. 

"Yes. Bill Weasley asked me out for a drink." Remus put his book on a side table and got up from the sofa.

"You're going out with Bill?" Harry asked, his voice oddly constricted. 

Remus chuckled. "Well...going out is a big word, I think. We're just having a drink together."

"Oh." Harry seemed to consider that for a moment, before he stared at Remus again. "You can't go out with Bill."

"Since when are you my caretaker?" Remus asked in a teasing tone, but it didn't have the effect he'd hoped it would have. Harry shifted restlessly in his chair. "I'll be back in a few hours, Harry. Why don't you see if Ron and Hermione want to go out with you tonight?"

Harry said nothing and lowered his gaze, a frustrated frown tugging on his brow. Remus decided to let the matter rest. Harry was far too stubborn to do something he didn't want to do. 

"I won't be long. I'll see you later." Remus left the room to get ready for a night in the pub, but he couldn't get the despair he'd seen in Harry's eyes out of his mind.

*~*~*~*~*

The Muggle pub was crowded, but the constant murmur of voices gave them a bit of privacy, even though Remus had to lean forward across the small table to hear what Bill was saying. For the first fifteen minutes, they shared a beer and talked about the weather and other unimportant things.

"How have you been?" Remus asked after he'd ordered two more pints. 

"It's not been easy, but we're coping," Bill said and then took a healthy gulp of his beer. "Like everyone else, I suppose. How've you been?"

"Fine, considering the circumstances," Remus replied with a polite smile. 

"Found a job yet?" Bill licked a white mustache of foam from his upper lip and looked at Remus curiously. 

"Not yet. It seems our world still isn't eager to hire someone like me, despite my Order of Merlin, first class," Remus said and tried to take the venom out of his voice with a half-grin. 

"Look, the reason I asked you here tonight is because I've got a proposition," Bill said, curling his fingers around his glass while he studied the amber liquid. "I'm going back to Egypt in a month, and I know that Egyptian wizards are far less worried about people with your condition than wizards over here. You could easily find a job there."

Remus blinked, once, twice, and then he tried to find his voice again to form a proper reply.

"We could share a flat, to start with, until you find a job," Bill continued. 

"That is a very tempting offer," Remus said, and cleared his throat. "But I can't leave Harry like that."

"Is something wrong with Harry?" Bill asked with a worried frown. 

"Yes. No. I'm not sure." Remus heaved a deep sigh. "He's still dealing with everything, and I'd rather not leave him alone just yet."

"I understand that, but you've got yourself to consider, too."

"I know," Remus whispered. The thing was, he felt like he was considering himself by staying with Harry, although he couldn't quite see how.

*~*~*~*~*

The next day, Remus didn't see Harry at breakfast, lunch or at supper. It wasn't until late in the evening that Harry shuffled inside the drawing room, giving Remus an insecure glance.

"Can we talk?" Harry asked. 

"Of course." Remus closed his book and shifted on the sofa to make room for Harry. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Well," Harry started, seating himself beside Remus, his back stiff and his gaze lowered. "You lost Sirius, didn't you?"

Remus swallowed. "So did you," he whispered. 

"No, that's not what I mean," Harry said, and worried his lip. "You two were together, weren't you? You lost him."

Despite the flare of pain he felt around his heart, Remus smiled. He'd always thought Harry didn't know about the relationship between Sirius and himself, but he should have know better. Harry was a clever boy – no, a clever young man – from whom the private life of his godfather couldn't be kept a secret. 

"Yes, we were together," Remus said, and closed his eyes for a moment. "And yes, I lost him."

"And then you were with Snape. How did you do that?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I know you were seeing Snape," Harry whispered, glancing up at Remus. "How did you manage that after you lost Sirius?"

Remus was speechless. Never in a million years had he expected ever to discuss that subject with Harry. Or with anyone else for that matter.

"I'm asking because I lost someone, too." Harry's voice was so soft, Remus almost didn't hear it. He stared at Harry for a moment, and finally began to see what might be wrong with Harry. 

"Whatever there was between Severus and me, wasn't anything like what I had with Sirius," Remus said, working to keep his voice steady. "There weren't any emotions involved with Severus. It was...a mutual understanding. Nothing more."

"But you loved Sirius."

"That I did."

"Okay," Harry said, and took a deep breath. "Do you think you could ever be with someone again, like you were with Sirius?"

Remus ran a hand down his face. "I suppose I could. If I met someone...special."

"Oh." Harry fumbled with a button on his robes. "Because I lost someone and now I have all these...feelings for someone else and I have no idea what to do with them and –"

"Harry." Remus put a hand on Harry's arm to silence him. "Let's start at the beginning."

Harry stared down at the hand on his arm, as if he wasn't sure if he wanted it there. Remus pulled it back and folded his hands in his lap.

"Do you want to tell me when you lost someone?" Remus asked, hoping he was doing it right. He wasn't accustomed to talking about these things, least of all with someone only half his age. And he had no idea Harry'd ever been involved with someone. He mentally went down the list of fallen friends and saw one name that made sense. "Was it Ginny?"

Snapping his gaze up, Harry stared at Remus and then shook his head. 

"It wasn't Ginny?" Remus asked, confused. 

"Neville," Harry whispered. 

"Ah."

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry, Harry," Remus said. "I had no idea you two were that close."

Harry shrugged. "We weren't really involved. Not officially, anyway."

"You two weren't involved?"

"We did things together," Harry said, and then added in a conspiratorial voice, "We had sex."

"Ah." Remus tried very hard not to smile. "You cared for him?"

"I guess," Harry said. "I didn't want him to die, that's for sure."

Remus nodded. "I know it's hard. But it will get better with time."

"I know," Harry said. "It's just that, I like someone else now, and I feel badly about that."

"Don't." Remus put his hand on Harry's arm again, in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. "Sirius wouldn't want me to sit inside my room for the rest of my life, brooding. I'm sure Neville wouldn't want you not to start over again."

Harry said nothing, but leaned into Remus' touch until he was pressed against Remus, his chin resting on Remus' shoulder. Remus wasn't used to people touching him like that, but he realized Harry might need the comfort of an adult right now, so he slid his arm around Harry's shoulder and let it lie there, giving Harry the choice if he wanted the contact or not. 

"You don't mind me being that way?" Harry asked, his breath tickling Remus' throat. 

"Being what way?"

"Queer."

Remus snorted. "I'm hardly one to talk about that, aren't I?"

"Yeah." There was amusement in Harry's voice, something Remus was glad to hear. "Did you have sex with Bill?"

Glancing down at Harry, Remus curved a surprised eyebrow. "No," he said. "We just talked. He offered me the chance to go to Egypt with him." 

Harry stiffened against Remus. 

"But I declined his offer," Remus added, and felt Harry relax again. 

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to stay here."

"Here? With me?" Harry asked, pulling back a bit so he could look into Remus' eyes. 

"Yes," Remus said. He wanted to say more, but a pair of soft lips caught the words before they could escape his mouth. It took Remus a moment to realize Harry was kissing him, but by that time Harry had already sneaked his tongue inside and was teasing Remus'. Before Remus could decide whether he wanted to kiss Harry or not, Harry pulled back, his cheeks flushed and his lips moist. 

"Harry," Remus breathed, staring into Harry's eyes. Had they suddenly become greener? It seemed that way, Remus thought. Harry stared back at him, the pink tip of his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip, tasting, teasing. But then Harry closed his mouth and got up from the sofa, his hand trailing down Remus' chest, down his new cardigan, before the contact was lost. 

Harry left the room quietly and Remus sat on the sofa, wondering what on earth had just happened. 

After many moments of deafening silence, Remus came back to his senses. 

Harry had kissed him. And he had kissed Harry. He thought. 

Remus decided that this called for his usual crisis approach, and he went down to the kitchen to make himself a strong cup of tea. After he poured boiling water over the teabag in his mug, he levitated a bottle of cognac from the pantry and added a healthy slosh of it to his tea. 

Harry had kissed him, Remus thought again as he sipped the hot brew. Harry had wanted to kiss him. It had clearly not been an accident. And by the calculated look on Harry's face afterwards, it hadn't been a spur of the moment decision either. Remus ran their conversation over in his mind, and with each sip he took, more pieces of the puzzle that was Harry fell into place. 

Dear Lord. Harry had feelings for him. 

Adding another slosh of cognac to his half-empty mug, Remus let out a deep sigh.

"Can I have some of that?" a soft voice asked from the doorway. Remus looked up and saw Harry standing there, one hand curled around the doorpost and the other one plucking at his robes. 

"It's strong stuff," Remus said, gesturing Harry over. Harry strode into the kitchen, picked up a mug from the counter, and sat down opposite Remus. 

"I don't mind." Harry held out his mug, and Remus poured two fingers of cognac into it. "I suppose you want to talk now?" Harry asked, and took a tentative sip from his drink, squinting his eyes as he swallowed it down.

"I suppose," Remus said. Then they both stayed silent for a while, drinking and staring. 

"Since when?" Remus asked, and cleared his throat to try to rid his voice of the sudden tremble. 

"Since the war ended, I guess," Harry said. He looked subdued, his shoulders slumped and his gaze lowered.

"But why, Harry?" Remus asked, all the objections he could think of suddenly wanting to pour off his tongue. "I'm an old man. I was your godfather's lover. I'm a werewolf. Why me?"

Harry swallowed. "Dunno," he whispered. Remus made a small sound to show Harry he didn't believe him. Ever so slowly, Harry looked up at him, his eyes bright behind his glasses. 

"You stayed."

"What?" Remus lowered his mug to the table with shaking hands. 

"You stayed," Harry said, louder now, more confident. "Everyone else died or left and moved on. But you stayed with me."

Remus took some time to let those words sink in. And no matter how he turned them over in his mind, Harry was right. He had stayed.

"We're the only ones left," Harry continued. "And I like it that I'm left with you. I'm glad you stayed."

Running his hands over his face, Remus took more time to process Harry's words. He had stayed. He'd wanted to stay. Harry'd wanted him to stay. 

"I want to be with you," Harry whispered. "Can we go upstairs now?"

That question was so unexpected, that Remus couldn't help laughing. Harry answered it with an insecure smile. 

"Don't you want to be with me?" Harry asked, and sucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

Remus snorted inwardly. Of course he wanted it. He wasn't made of stone. "I don't think whether I want it or not is the issue, Harry," he said, wondering what the issue could be since he did want it.

His lips tugging up in a mischievous smile, Harry got up and strode around the table. He halted beside Remus and rested a hand on Remus' shoulder. "I want to stay with you," he said, his hand creeping up Remus' neck and weaving through his hair. Harry leaned closer, to whisper in Remus' ear. "I want to fuck you."

Oh, Remus definitely wanted it. He leaned into Harry's touch, closing his eyes as Harry's nimble fingers tickled down his cheek and traced his jaw.

"Upstairs," Remus croaked, and Harry released him at once, taking small steps backwards to the door. Remus followed him, keeping his eyes on Harry as they climbed the small flight of stairs, crossed the hallway and ascended the main staircase. 

He wanted it. He wanted to stay with Harry. 

"It's just you and me now," Harry said as they reached the top of the stairs. Remus turned to Harry and regarded him with a smile. 

"It is."

"We're the only ones left."

"We are."

"My bedroom or yours?"

Remus chuckled and cupped the back of Harry's neck, pulling him closer. "I don't care," he breathed against Harry's lips and then captured them in a kiss. Harry went willingly, pressing himself against Remus while he opened his mouth and closed his eyes. 

Harry's body was pliant under Remus' roaming hands, though Remus felt Harry hardening against his hip. He answered it by pressing his own erection against Harry's while he lowered his hands to cup Harry's arse. 

"Mine's closer," Harry breathed when Remus pulled back to take a deep gulp of air. 

"Yours it is, then," Remus replied, letting go of Harry with no small measure of reluctance. Harry smiled at him with kiss-swollen lips and crossed the short distance to his bedroom door.

"I meant what I said." Harry pushed the door open and glanced between Remus and his four-poster bed. "I want to fuck you."

"So you like to give rather than receive?" Remus asked, grinning. 

Harry shrugged and scuffed his shoe against the threshold. "I like both."

"You're in luck then," Remus whispered, advancing on Harry. "I do, too."

Harry grinned and darted out of Remus' reach. He threw himself on the bed, bouncing once, twice, before he settled on his back and stared up at Remus with an expectant look. Remus walked towards Harry, taking in his still-youthful form, and there was a small voice in the back of his mind that asked if Remus knew what he was doing. And Remus answered, 'yes, I know', even if he didn't. 

"I want you," Harry said as Remus lowered himself to the bed. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Harry," was all Remus said, letting Harry undress him, clever fingers making short work of the buttons on his cardigan and shirt. He toed off his shoes, and then leaned over to kiss Harry, teasing and promising, with soft brushes of his lips and sharp thrusts of his tongue.

Hands explored naked skin as more clothes fell to the floor, and Remus kissed and licked his way down Harry's throat, tasting skin warm with arousal.

"I have to...now," Harry moaned, cupping his sac, his hard cock bobbing against his thigh as he rolled onto his side. Remus smiled his consent, his own cock pulsing eagerly at the sight of Harry's flushed body. Harry reached for his nightstand, placed his glasses on them and picked up a small tube. 

"How do you want me?" Remus asked, and blew a few strands of damp hair from his eyes. 

"As often as I can," Harry whispered, his grin both shy and daring. Remus snickered and then took a deep breath as Harry's hand settled on his hip and urged him on his side. Harry's body pressed against his back and Remus raised his leg, impatient to feel Harry's cock brushing across his entrance. But Harry's fingers came first, slick and trembling, but Harry's strokes were confident as he slid inside Remus' body. 

"Okay?" Harry asked, his breath hot against Remus' shoulder. 

"Yeah," Remus sighed, letting his head drop to the pillow, surrendering to Harry's touches and wishes. 

And then Harry's fingers made way for Harry's cock and Remus welcomed it with throaty moans and shallow thrusts of his hips as he tried to impale himself on Harry's prick. 

"Oh, fuck," Harry groaned, pushing inside deeper and deeper until they were locked together, Harry's legs tangling with Remus'. "Are you...okay?"

"Yes, more than. Move, please." Remus pushed back against Harry, who chuckled against Remus' neck, his arm slipping around Remus' chest before he gave a sharp thrust. "God, yes, like that," Remus moaned, curling his fingers around Harry's arm just as Harry drew back and pushed inside again. 

Harry's cock felt perfect inside of him, Remus thought. Full and slick and it brushed across his prostate and sent flaring surges of something very good to Remus' sac. As always, Remus couldn't help thinking about the other men that he'd been with. Sirius had been familiar and had reminded him of times when things had still been simple. Severus had been welcome and distracting in times when Remus needed to get his mind off death and destruction. 

But Harry was nothing like them. Harry was new and promising and even more welcome than Severus had ever been. Harry was just right, Remus realized. 

"You feel so fucking good," Harry whispered, his breath coming in short gasps while his hips picked up speed and set a brutal pace, pounding all thoughts of former lovers out of Remus' mind.

"So do you," Remus agreed, and then groaned when Harry's hand closed around his throbbing cock. Harry's touch was hesitant and Remus bucked his hips. "Harder," he moaned and Harry complied, pulling on Remus' prick in time with his desperate thrusts. 

It was new and overwhelming and Remus felt like he was twenty years old all over again, with no war embedded in his memory and no dead comrades to mourn. Just Harry and him, just Harry's cock thrusting in and out and Harry's hand moving up and down, just them. 

"Almost," Harry murmured, his mouth pressed to Remus' throat. 

"Yes," Remus whispered, pumping his cock into Harry's fist. "Almost."

Harry made a keening sound in the back of his throat, frantic and victorious and that sent Remus' climax hurling up his cock and he came in Harry's hands, strings of sticky seed staining the soft hairs on his abdomen. He hardly felt Harry climax a few thrusts later, too caught up in his own pleasure that soared through his heated flesh until it wiped his mind clean. 

"Fuck," Harry sighed, his spent prick still buried deep inside Remus. "Fuck, that was good."

"Yes," Remus agreed softly, his throat dry and his voice raspy. Harry placed a few sloppy kisses on Remus' throat and then sagged against the mattress, but his arm stayed tight around Remus, as if he were afraid Remus would leave him. 

"Just you and me," Harry muttered, a sleepy hint to his voice. "We're all that's left."

Remus smiled, listening to Harry's breathing deepening. Just Harry and him. They had nowhere else to go, the two of them. 

And, Remus decided, he didn't want to go anywhere else. 

 

~~fin~~


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